Lucia Moretti [1975 Torchwood] (luciamoretti) wrote in tardis_logs, @ 2010-12-29 23:40:00 |
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Lucia was getting the impression that Jack was indulging her by letting her go with them, and that annoyed her. She had been practicing on the gun range until her aim (on a static target anyway) was excellent and besides, she was the boss. She decided where she went, and didn't need Jack to 'let' her. "Ready," she said, coming out of her office as she holstered her gun. She glanced at him, thinking again about the so-called evidence she had discovered about Jack and Lorraine's insistence that it was all true, that Jack really couldn't die. Did they think she was so easily fooled? Clearly this was a joke they liked to play on the new people and Lucia wasn't buying it. "Let's go." Jack left his coat at his desk and started out of the Hub, with Lorraine following behind. He hoped that the Boss wouldn't get a firsthand experience on it today. "Did you read the file about the blow fish?" he asked, wanting to make sure that she knew just what they were dealing with before they took her out. "They're mostly just thugs, they're not generally dangerous, but just in case ... " "I read the file, Jack," Lucia replied, rolling her eyes as she followed them down to the garage. "Nice touch with the photo, by the way." She was assuming it was doctored, considering the file was from the thirties and Jack looked just as he did now. Honestly. She was going to have to go through all the files and clear away all those references to Jack that shouldn't be there so they were accurate. Jack shrugged a little bit and looked at her. "I still have the uniform if you want me to wear it for you," he teased, moving into the lift and waiting for her and Lorraine. He took every opportunity to flirt with her in front of the staff. I flustered her and he liked it when she was angry. Lucia shot him a stern look when he said that in front of Lorraine. They all knew about her and Jack, she knew that (and hadn't she been mortified to discover their interlude at the gun range on the CCTV network, no matter how hot it was) but that didn't mean she wanted to flaunt it. "So," she said, striving to move the conversation back onto a professional level. "Where was the blowfish spotted?" "Two miles north near Sully," he remarked, looking at her and smirked some. He had kept a copy of it. He really couldn't help himself. He enjoyed watching it and repeating it. "Right," Lucia said as the lift reached the garage level. "Alright, Lorraine, you keep in contact with James so we know if and when it moves." Striding out of the lift, she walked over to the SUV and got in the front passenger seat. It was best if Jack drove, even if she would like to, since he knew Cardiff better than any of them. Jack walked around wordlessly to the driver's side and got in. He started the car and looked at her, nodding some. "Okay, where are we going?" And she told him and he took off that way quickly. "Has he stolen anything?" "Several guns," Lorraine reported from the back seat. "There are several car yards about a kilometre down the road from where he is now, so I'd say a car is next on the list." Jack smiled and stepped on it, driving as fast as he could manage, getting there just in time. "Alright, weapons ladies," he turned the car off and jumped out, his gun already out. Lucia got out of the car and pulled out her gun, letting Jack take the lead on this since he was clearly the most experienced one on the team. She wasn't sure why they hadn't just made him the leader of Torchwood 3. Following him, she saw the blowfish carrying a backpack in one hand and a gun in the other. Jack hated these things. "Put it down!" he shouted at the blowfish, who turned around aiming a gun at him. He reached for Lucia to get behind him. "DROP IT!" Lucia had her gun up and aimed at the blowfish, not moving from where she was standing when Jack tried to get her to move behind him. No way was she hiding behind him like some damsel in distress. She was training for this, and she was their leader. "Put it down," she reiterated, her voice firm and steady as she stared at the strangest looking creature she had ever seen. "You don't tell me what to do!" the fish shouted at them and Jack looked over at Lucia. "Teenagers," he remarked, looking at him. "Put it down!" he said and moved forward, his gun out and that's when the fish fired at him, twice right to the chest. Jack looked down at his chest and slid a hand over the wound. He hoped one of the others would fire at the bastard before he got away. As the bullets struck Jack, Lucia reacted instinctively, firing her gun at the blowfish repeatedly until it fell to the ground just as Jack had. "Get the others here, and call an ambulance!" she yelled at Lorraine as she fell to her knees beside Jack, opening up his shirt to see the wounds, horror filling her as she saw the bullet wounds through his chest, frighteningly close to his heart. "Oh god," she whispered, her fingers moving to feel his pulse. "Jack, please..." Pressing her fingers to his neck, she looked up at Lorraine who hadn't moved. "What the hell are you doing?" Lucia demanded angrily. "CALL AN AMBULANCE! Get the others here to help you with the blowfish." Lucia's emotions were scattered as she realised she hadn't picked up a pulse and she was struggling to hold back tears as she moved her fingers, hoping desperately that she had simply had them in the wrong spot. She heard Lorraine speaking but it took a few minutes to realise that she was reporting in to James and casually informing him that Jack was dead, like it didn't mean anything! "You heartless bitch," she snapped, glaring up at the woman as she finally admitted defeat. Jack was really dead, and Lucia was devastated. Jack was thankful it was quick. He was thankful of that, the slow deaths were always the worst. He could hear her far away as he bled to death, his eyes fixing and the minutes ticked by. Lorraine waited for the others to come and help her with the fish, stepping over Jack as if this was nothing new to them. They looked at Lucia as if they pitied her for not believing the file, moving the fish as Jack laid there. Ten minutes passed and Jack gasped, opening his eyes and holding on to her arm. Oh, he hadn't wanted her to see that ... Lucia was growing angrier by the second. They were acting like he didn't matter, like he wasn't even there! She let them clean up after the blowfish, glaring any time a pitying glance was sent her way, but focused on Jack. Beautiful Jack who drove her to distraction in more ways than one. What was she going to do without him? That was a rather melodramatic statement, but she was starting to realise just how much she had come to rely on him in these past weeks, not only to help her learn the ropes of Torchwood, but as a companion, and a lover. She was just about to snap at the rest of them to load Jack as well to take him back to the Hub when suddenly he gasped and she screamed as he grabbed her arm. He was dead! Frightened eyes met his and she was breathing shakily as she stared into now very much alive eyes. "J-Jack?" She swallowed hard, reaching up to wipe the tears that had been falling as she mourned his apparent death. "What the hell is going on?" The death was real, not apparent, she had seen it with her own two eyes. He looked around frightened and he saw her face, that disbelief and he rolled away, using his hands to sit up. "I told you it was true," he said quietly, pained as he moved to stand up. He groaned and straightened his back. The others didn't look at him. "Go on, get in the car," he said to Lorraine as he stood against the hood, waiting for the questions. Lucia got up as he did, still staring at him like she was seeing a ghost. His shirt was still hanging open where she had ripped it open in order to try and help him but now she wasn't seeing bullet wounds but perfectly smooth skin, as if nothing had happened. "How?" It was the only word she could manage to get out at first as she raised a shaky hand to touch his chest. He should be dead. He had been dead! "The photo is real," she realised, looking up at him, her face pale with shock. It was such a minor detail, but it stuck out in her mind. Jack realized he should button his shirt, but it was ruined anyway, so it was a moot point. He looked down as she touched his chest. "It's a long story," he said quietly and looked at her hand. "I'll tell you when we get back to the Hub, out of ear shot," he remarked. "Yeah, the picture is real," he added, moving towards the driver's side. "The rumors are real. It's all real." It took her a moment to get moving around to her side of the car but eventually she got her legs moving and got into the vehicle. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. She was silent on the trip back to the Hub, her fingers twisting together as the scene replayed in her mind. How was it possible? Was he an alien? Lucia didn't know what to think. Jack buttoned up his shirt before he started the car, also silent on the way back to the Hub. The team took care of the blowfish and he dragged himself into the Hub, making his way down to his own cubby in the archives to discard his ruined shirt and get another one. He sat on his bed and slid his hands over his face. How had he let that happen in front of her?' Lucia headed into her office after they arrived, confident that the rest of the team could handle processing the blowfish. She stood by her desk and stared at it blankly, unable to comprehend working after what she had just seen. What had she just seen? That was the question. She had no idea. Waiting until the others had finished what they needed to do, she dismissed them all a fraction early, telling Lorraine she could autopsy the blowfish in the morning. When they had all left, Lucia headed down into the archives to Jack's quarters, quietly leaning in the doorway as she watched him. "I sent the others home," she said softly. "So you can explain now. Jack had his head in his hands and he was lost in thought, startled a little when she spoke. He looked up at her. "I'm a time traveler. Or I used to be," he said, motioning to his strip. "I'm sure you know about the Doctor, everyone here knows about the Doctor. Even UNIT -- " he would rant for a minute if he wasn't careful. " -- I used to travel with him. I was a conman from the 51st century when I met him during the London blitz. I died while fighting daleks on the Game Station in 200,100." This was the short version. "I remembered dying and I woke up. I don't know how, I just did. And I was stranded. So I used this and I thought I could jump to the 21st century to wait for the Doctor, but instead it took me to the late 19th ... and I can't ever die. I don't know why. But here I am. Waiting on him." Wow. That was a lot to take in all at once and there were many references there that went over Lucia's head, but she got the gist of it. He was from the future. That was a shock in itself. He had travelled with the Doctor, whom she knew from files at UNIT from when he worked with them. And he was a hell of a lot older than he looked. She didn't move from where she was standing in the doorway, staring at him as his explanation slowly sank in. "That explains why you live here," she said quietly, glancing around the little room. If he was waiting to go with the Doctor again, it made sense that he wouldn't want ties to this time. Ties that included her. She knew then that she had to be careful and not get too attached to him. Jack shook his head. "No, I live here because ... I really have nowhere else," he said, looking at her. He rested his elbow on his chin. "He won't be here until 2008," he replied, watching her reaction. It was hard to take in. "This? Small bunker space?" he shrugged. "Military. I really was in the military. Both great wars," he leaned back against the wall then. "Usually, you didn't have a space any bigger than this and it was what was comfortable and familiar." Lucia blinked. 2008. It might as well be 3008 for all the sense it made to her. That was so many years in the future that there would probably be flying cars by then. She looked away, unsure what to think about it all. "You really can't die," she said finally, swallowing hard as tears filled her eyes again at the memory of watching Jack being shot and crumpling to the ground. Her heart had just about stopped from watching it and she still couldn't quite believe that this wasn't a dream, that she hadn't gone insane from the shock of it all. Jack knew there wouldn't be, but he couldn't spoil it. He looked at her and that face just broke his heart, but he didn't know what to do. "This is the real reason I'm alone," he said to her finally. "This ... thing of mine." He didn't know what else to call it or make of it. "I don't age, I don't die. And who wants to contend with that?" It was rhetorical. "No one. And I don't blame them." Lucia didn't know what to do either. A part of her said she should walk away now but she couldn't move. Her eyes met his and she could see her own stark expression reflected back at her. Moving away from the doorway, she walked slowly towards him, ignoring the voice that was screaming at her to get the hell out of there. She pushed that voice away until it was very faint and reached out to touch his head, her fingers stroking through his hair, then touching his cheek, assuring herself that he really was alive and solid beneath her touch. To still be alive after so clearly dying, numerous times, was no easier on him than it was for anyone else to believe. He watched her as she came closer, closing his eyes when her fingers slid through his hair. He turned his cheek into her hand, just sitting there. He had grown such great feelings for her that he had been afraid she would run. And she should rightly run. He felt a sense of relief that she hadn't. He shifted some to turn his head and kissed her palm. "I'm sorry," he wasn't sure what he was apologizing for exactly. The immortality thing, the dying thing or ... all of the above. Lucia took that apology to be for the shock of it, for finding out this way, and wondered if she should apologise for not believing the evidence that had been in front of her the whole time. Sitting down in his lap, Lucia didn't say a word but simply leaned forward to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him to hold on tight. He was still there, in one piece, and a few tears slipped down her cheeks at the relief she felt that Jack was still with her. All of the above. He slid his hands over her cheeks when she leaned in to kiss him, brushing her tears with his fingers before sliding his arms around her. He didn't want her to find out that way, but even hard proof was difficult to swallow without physical evidence. It hadn't been his intention but it had worked out in some way. Jack realized that this was one of the reasons he hated what he was -- he'd never have a normal relationship or a normal life, so he would take what he could. Watching Jack die had made Lucia aware that she was falling for him, which scared her greatly but wasn't enough to make her walk away yet. She was deeply conflicted, but her feelings for him made it impossible to think clearly. Breaking the kiss, she rested her forehead against his. "Come back to mine," she invited him, something she hadn't done yet. Something had changed today, even if she couldn't articulate quite what it was. It had been a line they hadn't crossed yet; most of the interludes having been in the Hub somewhere. He realized they were heading into new territory that had been off limits before now. He looked into her eyes, nodding some. "Alright," he said and kissed her again before breaking it to let her stand. He'd have to button his shirt and get his shoes on. He was really nervous this go 'round and he wasn't entirely sure. He always felt like a blithering idiot when he started falling for someone. Lucia got up, feeling rather nervous herself. This had been built up into being a big step, given that all their previous encounters had been here or in the Hub somewhere. She had kept this separate to the rest of her life but now she was inviting him in. When he was ready, they headed back into the main atrium and then took the lift down to the garage. Her car was parked near the wall and she led him over to it. The drive back to her flat was short as she had found a place close by and soon she was leading him inside. It was a small two-bedroom place that was nicely decorated without being over the top, mainly because she didn't have a whole lot of time to mess around with things like that. It was comfortable and it was home, that was what mattered to Lucia when she finally came home at night. The tension was so thick one could cut it with a knife and he had not anticipated ending his day this way. He walked into her flat, a modest little place with two bedrooms and a nice homey feel. He hadn't had an apartment or anything like it in so long that he had forgotten what living normally felt like. He shrugged his coat off once inside and held on to it. He looked around to geet a feel for her personality a little before finally looking at her. Lucia put her keys down on the table and turned to Jack, moving forward to take his coat from him to hang it on the row of hooks near the door that already held a raincoat, a hat and a couple of bags. She quite liked seeing his coat there, hanging beside her things, but didn't dwell on it. Turning back to him, she gazed at him, still looking rather conflicted, but there was no mistaking why he was there. Taking his hand, she took him through to the bedroom where a bed much larger than the one in his quarters stood in the centre of the room. "Prove to me that you're really alive," she said in a soft, slightly husky voice as she moved closer to him. Jack let her take it, not saying anything about it as he took note of where things were in her place. He had heard something about the placement of things spoke volumes about someones personality. He looked at her when she finally lead him down the hall towards her bedroom. The bed was likely as big as his quarters which excited him right to his toes. He licked his lips and didn't even say anything, choosing instead to slide his hand behind her head and kiss her, wasting no time. Lucia melted against him as they kissed, her hands sliding around his waist to hold him close. She needed him to help her forget what had happened today, to get the images out of her head. Tugging his shirt out of his trousers, her hands soon slid beneath to slide over smooth skin that wasn't at all marred by bullet wounds like it should be. Jack had lost count of how many times he had 'died' since coming here. He didn't think it healthy to have a tally so he stopped trying. He started unbuttoning her blouse, sliding his hands against her skin to push it off her shoulders. Once that was accomplished, his hands slid down to her hips and pulled her body closer, wanting her as close as possible. Lucia's hands slid around his waist, nails lightly scraping over his stomach as she moved to unbutton his shirt, pausing only to let him get her own shirt off. Since she had already ripped one shirt open today, she carefully unbuttoned this one and pushed it off him. "Too many layers," she whispered against his lips as she tugged his t-shirt up over his chest. "But more fun when you get to the prize," he joked, pulling the teeshirt off and letting it fall. He felt comfortable in his layers, infinitely longer to remove during sex or after a death, but worth it. He licked his lips and kissed her again, his fingers sliding down her hips before moving his hands to work on his trousers. Lucia slid her hands down over his bare chest, fingers lingering where she remembered the bullets hitting him. She unfastened her jeans and shimmied out of them, kicking her shoes off as she stepped out of her jeans, leaving her in her underwear, which was often chosen specifically with Jack in mind whenever he showed interest in a set. Jack paused in his own pursuit of nakedness to admire her in her new set. "These new?" he asked, bending down to push his jeans and boxers off. No point in beating around the bush now, was there? He licked his lips and stepped in again, sliding his arm around her waist, sliding a finger over the hem of the bra. "Yes," Lucia replied with a smile, her first since he had died. Her hands slid up over his arms as he pulled her close and her fingers slid into his hair as they kissed again. She could feel his erection pressed into her stomach, hot and hard. It sent a shiver down her spine and she reached down to push her knickers down until they fell to her feet. Jack kissed her back and slid his hands down to her ass, leaning down so that he could pick her up. He hoped she'd wrap her legs around him as he moved her over to that bed that was beckoning him. He laid her down on it, kissing her back and settling down between her legs. He knew he felt something more for her, he knew that it was more than just sex now. Lucia instinctively wrapped her legs around Jack's waist as he picked her up, holding on tightly as he carried her to the bed. She was still kissing him eagerly as he lay her down. His weight on top of her was very welcome as it helped remind her that he really was still there and she wasn't dreaming this. Jack shifted against her, humming against her lips and teased her. He slid his fingers up her abdomen and pressed his hands against her breasts, making sure she could feel that he was 100% alive and functioning. For once Lucia didn't mind his teasing. Her own hands were wandering, her touch more tender than it had been in the past. "Jack," she whispered against his lips, arching her back up into his touch. And Jack was being slower, more careful this time too. He slid his hands up to her face, pushing her hair back off her face. He kissed her again before shifting just so to slide into her slowly. He had never bought into the slow and easy thing, but this time ... As he brushed her hair back off her face, Lucia gazed up at him silently, feeling a wealth of emotion within that was at once brilliant and entirely unwelcome. Her arms tightened around him as he kissed her, and then he was pushing inside of her, slower than he ever had before. Her eyes were on his, she couldn't tear them away from him despite the intense vulnerability she was suddenly feeling. And she'd no doubt see what he felt for her and he had never let himself get that close to someone -- and she had to know why. He made a soft sound against her lips before moving to rest his nose against her cheek. He could imagine a life with her, beyond Torchwood and he'd never considered something like that before. She was the one he'd give up the dream of travel with but he knew, he knew someday she would no longer want to be around him. Oh, this was dangerous. So very dangerous. Lucia's eyes closed and she tried to calm herself, but it was impossible when they were naked and as closely connected as two people could be. "Please," she whispered, her voice cracking on the word, though she wasn't sure what she was pleading for. Jack pressed his hands against the bed and started to move, pulling out and pushing in so slowly that the muscles in his arms literally twitched. He was breathing hard against her neck, closing his eyes so that they didn't have to face the obvious. He loved her and that was a fact, just as much as he was a fact. Lucia whimpered when he started moving so slowly, but it was as much in response to the intensity of their feelings as it was to what he was doing. Her hands slid along his spine, and she took in a shaky breath as she tried to concentrate on what he was doing, but her thoughts were spinning out of control. Jack didn't pick up the pace as much as his body would have loved him to. He kept it slow, shifting and moving as slow as he could mange. He turned his head to capture her lips with his and just didn't want this to end with her. He knew that this was something special. The kiss anchored her and kept her focused on him rather than her worries about what all of this meant. She loved him and she could see that he loved her, and shouldn't this be the best day of her life? Lucia decided to let go of her misgivings and just enjoy this for now. This gorgeous man wanted to be with her. That was all that mattered right now. Her kiss was more passionate suddenly as she arched into him, wanting to keep him close like this forever. As the kiss intensified so did his movements. He slid his arm underneath her body so that he could move a little faster. He did love her, even if he didn't have the words to say it right then. Saying them outloud sometimes seemed scarier than feeling them, but with her, he didn't think he'd mind. And that fact scared him more. He kept moving, angling his hips just the right way and fighting hard to keep from speeding up. Lucia gasped as he started thrusting in at just the right spot and she writhed beneath him, pleasure building up inside of her to the point where she needed more but he was still going frustratingly slow. "Faster," she said against his lips, nipping his bottom lip as she tightened her muscles around him to urge him on. Jack gasped and took the hint, moving faster, pressing his hands against the bed. He turned his head to catch her lips, kissing her then. He couldn't say it right now without it looking cliche, caught in the moment, and he had heard that actions always spoke louder than words. Lucia could barely catch her breath as Jack began moving faster but even with the increased speed, this was still completely different to their previous encounters. Lucia could feel it in his kiss, in the way he was touching her. Her hands slid into his hair as she kissed him back, her own feelings quite evident in the touch of her mouth. She knew she wasn't going to last much longer, but she didn't want it to end. She didn't know what came next for them anymore. And Jack didn't either. He kept moving, so close already and perhaps it was more the emotion behind it but he couldn't really help it. He broke the kiss to breathe against her lips, sliding his fingers across her cheek as he arched his hips to make sure he hit her just the right way before stopping. He slid his arm under her to pull her hips close, rocking himself in her and making no other moves but that. Lucia cried out as he hit her in just the right spot, then whimpered when he stopped, panting lightly as she clung to him. "Jack," she whispered, a longing in her voice that had nothing to do with what he was doing to her right then and everything to do with how she felt about him. Jack kept rolling his hips, just so and making sure that he found that spot. He was breathing hard and he pressed his lips against her jaw. He knew, God he knew. He wanted to move more, but the grinding was just amazing. The way her body felt wrapped around him was almost too much. Breathless little cries of pleasure were spilling from Lucia's lips as he ground into her, building up within her until she couldn't stand it any more. With a sharp cry, her back arched as she climaxed, pressing her head back against the bed as pleasure rushed through her. She had never been with anyone who could do this to her so consistently and in such a variety of ways, but even that paled in comparison now that their feelings had evolved into something more. And Jack would normally go much longer, have her coming two more times but with the intensity of the night and having come back from the dead [literally] he just didn't have that stamina in him tonight. Her body clamped around him and the emotion was high, he groaned against her neck as he came, buried deep within her. He got his arms around her and held her close, his face in her neck. Lucia was trembling as she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight, her eyes closed as they lay together, quietly coming down off that high. She had no idea what would happen now, given that they had broken their usual pattern, and it felt like they were jumping off a cliff into the unknown. She had discovered the only secret about him that he couldn't do anything about. And he wasn't sure how she would accept it -- this, this was this but when it came down to it, no one could deal with it. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes, sliding his fingers over her cheek then pressed his lips to hers. Lucia had no idea how she would handle what she now knew about Jack. It was too soon after finding out, and she was still reeling from the shock of it. Her eyes opened when she felt his fingers on her cheek and she gazed up at him uncertainly. Her hand moved to the back of his head as she returned his kiss with everything she couldn't bring herself to say just yet. If he could have found a way to fix it, he would've done. For her and more than this ... life he was living. He broke the kiss and shifted to move away from her, stretching out beside her. He didn't know when his welcome would wear out, so he took what he could. As he moved away, Lucia reached down to pull the covers up over them, settling on her side, watching him as he settled beside her. "How old are you?" she asked quietly. It wasn't the most romantic of pillow talk, but she wanted to know and felt it was better to ask when they were alone than wait until they were at the Hub tomorrow. Jack tilted his head and looked at her, sighing some and shrugged. "I'm in my hundreds," he said quietly, looking at her. "I was 35 when I died." He exhaled slowly. "But with the time travel, I'm not entirely sure where I stand." Hundreds. The word was shocking in itself. Lucia stared at him in stunned silence. Hundreds. She just couldn't get past it. It was such an unbelievable number. Jack stared at the ceiling for a second and didn't look at her. He couldn't see that look on her face. He slid his hands over his face a second before dropping them. "I didn't ask for this," he looked at her. "I went down fighting." He still looked like he was in his 30's, that was the part that made it so difficult to swallow. He was hundreds of years old and he barely looked a day over 35. "You don't age," she whispered, trying to imagine what that must be like, what it would be like in years to come if they were still together. Her, getting older each and every day and him staying the same, exactly as he was now. And then there was the fact that he must have had many lovers before her and would be many more after she was gone. This was why he had found this existence so cruel. He didn't say anything and just looked at her, wanting some kind of forgiveness for something he didn't ask for. He knew most people couldn't handle it, thats why he never stayed with someone for too long because they started to resent and hate him. He reached out and touched her face. He didn't know what would happen now; he'd lose her eventually. She too would start hating him and leave. He had hope not, but he was a realist. Lucia didn't know what to do or what to think. It was all too much to cope with all at once. As he touched her face, she turned her head and kissed his hand. She didn't know how she felt about this, but she did know how she felt about him. She moved across the bed towards him, closing the distance between them as she curled up around him. Jack slid his arms around her and held her close. He didn't want to deal with the consequences of his existence again, he just wanted to feel normal and for a little while, she made him feel that way. He could almost forget that he was some kind of freak who couldn't die.
"Step on it, Jack," Lucia said, glancing at him. Adrenaline was starting to flow now that they were in pursuit and Lucia had no idea what was going to happen. "Let's get him before he has transport."